at every party we have text-bomb. where everyone who is smashed sends a random text message to the same person (who is not in attendance at the party), even if some people dont know them, they still gotta text-bomb

when you hook up an EKG to a tree you'll get a heartbeat every 15 mins

The first lesson of economics is scarcity: There is never enough of anything to satisfy all those who want it. The first lesson of politics is to disregard the first lesson of economics - Thomas Sowell

In college, basically the year before everyone got cell phones, my roommate had a drunk-dialing problem with her boyfriend. So she would put a big note taped right to the phone "Do not call Mark" before she went out, so she'd see it when she got home drunk.

"I don't know! I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it again!" -BART SIMPSON

at every party we have text-bomb. where everyone who is smashed sends a random text message to the same person (who is not in attendance at the party), even if some people dont know them, they still gotta text-bomb

Random story: one new year's eve my brother go drunk and decided to call all his friends to say happy new year. He called the friend he was AT the party with. The friend was like "dude, i'm here with you, why are you calling me?". Apparently my brother was so drunk he forgot who he went to the party with.

"I don't know! I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it again!" -BART SIMPSON

In fact, its been a while since I've done any sort of drunken posting....

Drinking and Dialing is somthing my grandparents used to do (from what I recall). I have a few memories of answering the phone when when i was about 13 or so... my grandparents and thier 10 or so friends all crowded around their end of the phone... saying silly things....
P1 "So Curls... How is school"
P2"Oh she's a bright gal, she always does so well in school"
P3"Tell her to sing that song!"
Me "uh.... hello?"
P3 "Do that song Honny"
Me

Random story: one new year's eve my brother go drunk and decided to call all his friends to say happy new year. He called the friend he was AT the party with. The friend was like "dude, i'm here with you, why are you calling me?". Apparently my brother was so drunk he forgot who he went to the party with.

Ah, I've been guilty of drunk dialing, drunk instant messaging AND drunk journal-posting. I just get so happy, I have to spread the joy! Nobody gets offended by my sudden desire to communicate with EVERYONE when I'm sloshed.

Drinking also brings out my artistic side! I remember coming back to my dorm after a night of drinking once, and I found a friend of mine who was pre-med drawing a picture of a uterus on the white board on my door. I informed him that his picture looked more like Mickey Mouse than a uterus, and took the marker away from him to show him what a uterus REALLY looks like.

For the record, trying to create a realistic image of menstrual blood with a black marker is not easy. But I told him ALL about the monthly cycle process. I said, "It all starts in here with the eggs, and then the blood comes down and makes A BIG HUGE MESS..." and scribbled all over the board. Then I drew a big frowny face on it for good measure, just so he fully got the point.

When I woke up the next morning (still slightly inebriated), I opened the door to go to the shower and found the picture. It looked like Mickey Mouse still, with a giant sad face and a bunch of random scribbles all over it with "UTERUS!" written across the top. I looked at my roomie, all confused, and she just said, "Yeah, you drew that."

Once, my dad drunk dialed me to get my e-mail address. I told him "dot e-d-u," and he was like, "Edu? What does that mean?" I said, "It means education, Dad," and he said, "OH! Hee hee hee, that's neat!"